Thomas managed to keep his expression casual. It was a real effort to maintain, which was surprising, really, as he usually had no problem at all passing the time with small talk.
It’s her, she’s different to most girls. Hell,’ he extended the thought, she’s different to most people, an’ it makes me nervous.
His gaze swept the surroundings at random, taking it all in with a disinterested air as his mind raced. This was an important moment. He could feel it. Destiny is made from such occasions, he reminded himself. This requires my full attention.
His thoughts always raced away when danger was close to hand. Over the years, he had come to rely on it. He used his instincts as a barometer. Right now, he was seriously reappraising the girl.
Perhaps I underestimated her, he thought. Not som
